Sunday, January 16, 2005

After being fed up with some of the dumb things gaie guys say and ask in the negotiations of hookups via online media, I posted the following rant on Craigslist:

"Musc Top - Discreet - 22

So, I'm a fit, musc top and the other day I was chatting with a guy late at night on gay.com to hookup. He lived only six blocks away, needed to travel and I could host. He asked me, "Are you discreet?" I should have said, "yes." I didn't. I'm too smart for that. Instead I explained why that question has no bearing on our situation and he was turned off and decline.

Gaies, listen up. "Are you discreet?" is a stupid, useless question because chances are the guy whose place you are going to for sex is not going to tell his doorman that you are at his apartment to fuck or suck cock or get fisted or whatever the hell you are going to get into. What you mean to ask is, "Are you masculine?" because what you want to know is whether or not the guy you are speaking with is so flamingly gaie that if anyone sees you with him in the ungodly hours of the night they will immediately surmise what the two of you are up to and alert the homobashing squad to your location and also send a pic of the two of you together to your mother's wireless phone.

Don't ask if I'm discreet. Ask if I'm masculine. And I am. And that's all I had to say. Comments are welcome."

Normally when I post looking for sex, I receive a response, maybe three. Usually most of those are people toying with my time. But, to this... why you'd think I was a hurricane-weary Florida or a tsunamied Thailand, the response... the outpouring.

In twenty minutes 14 guys responded, each one wanting to have sex with me. Only two mentioned my ad, and mostly as a sidebar. I feel that if I had caveated the "musc" with "black" the response would not have been so great and swift.

When did crazy, bitter ranting evolve into sex appeal? Is this an argument for punctuated equilibrium, because this wasn't the case three months ago.


promulgated by SWS2.1 at 03:05.
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